Path -- a verb, to Path

"The 19th Century philosopher Franz Rosenzweig taught that life is a succession of leaps into pathlessness. We take a path, follow it, and then we must leap again. There is never a final decision, a choice to end all choices....There are many ways to path: cut, follow, climb, run, skip, stroll, circumvent. As long as the path we're on takes us where we want to go, we barely notice it."

On Friday I hope to get a peek into the future. Should I be thinking YES I'll have a job, or NO, not this year? So, while I wait, my stomach does flip flops and signals me before my brain ever does that I'm nervous about what next year will feel like.

As I read YEARNINGS, by Irwin Kula, I found the passage above. If I'm lucky I can persuade, first my mind and then my belly, that I am pathing and that regardless of what the year actually feels like, I'll be making discoveries, recording moments of finding new truth. Whatever decision I make, whatever opportunities I take advantage of, they are just part of a temporary path.

We all long for a final choice... "Once I make this decision, I'll be able to relax from here on out." First of all that will NEVER happen, and second of all if it DID happen, we'd either be bored or dead. So, maybe my subconscious is trying to slow me down by running through a cycle of what-ifs and watch-outs. If so, it's the part of my subconscious that fears and loves the status quo, it is not the subconscious that seeks to live dreams.

So, today I cry out, "Shut up, Fear! You are not welcome here."

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